Marchen Awakening Romance:
Deadpool's Story

Summary: This is the story of Deadpool; the merc-with-a-mouth, and his adventure to Mar Heaven. With his skill and unorthodox wit, he must travel with Ginta and save his world and the other from the Chess Pieces. Prepare for questionable antics…

Disclaimer: I do not own MAR or Deadpool. They are from other companies.

Author's Note 1: Yes, it is I, the great Panzerraptor. It is true, I am making a new story for one of the greatest anime shows to air, MAR: Marchen Awakening Romance. Contributing one more story for a show with so few fan tales. However, there are a twist. First, this will be something of a crossover. Why? 'Cause the character being used is not from an anime, but from Marvel comics. He is the infamous gun-trotting, sword-swinging anti-heroic merc-with-a-mouth known as Deadpool. There are a few of you wondering why this guy? Well, I've been on a DP kick lately. Simple as that. If you are tired of the yoai and want an original cross, then this is the fic for you. Everyone, prepare for randomness.

Author's Note 2: Italicized characters will be used for thought when there are single quote marks. However, because he is Deadpool, his font will be different from other characters. He will be using Italicized while everyone else is regular font.

Chapter 1

Enter the monks

Somewhere in the United States in a temple, a priest in a long yellow robe sat on a the steps in meditation. In front of him, younger monks in golden robes sat on the floor, either meditating with their elder or studying. Tranquility and peace filled the room. However, the silence was broken when the two doors to the room opened. A couple of older monks hastily hurried to their master. They kneeled down to their respected elder and began to share their information. "Master Gio," said one of them. "We come with news from Japan. The gate to Mar Heaven has been opened."

"The only time such an event has happened was less than six years ago," said the other young male. "If this is the case then we must provide our services."

Slowly, the monk's head slowly rose toward his students. "I have known of this," he said calmly.

"You have, Master?" asked the first monk.

"Indeed I have Din. I have sensed that the evil has awoken once more, plaguing the lands in darkness. However, I have also realized that the gatekeeper has emerged and brought forth a hero from this world."

"Perhaps," said the second monk. "However, this so called 'hero' is a mere child at a school. Not just any child, a weak one at that."

"Do not worry yourself, Koi. This child maybe the champion needed to permanently defeat this threat." There was then a slight pause. The monks inside the room were feeling uneasy. Even Master Gio seemed unsure. "However, there is a chance that even with his strength, it is not enough. I am sensing the evil growing stronger by the second."

"Does this mean…" started Din with anticipation in his voice.

"Indeed. We must bring the Chosen One." Din and Koi looked at each other somewhat nervously. "Please, bring him here."

"Yes, Master," the two said simultaneously. With the mission at hand, the two got up and rushed out of the room. Master Gio returned to his meditating trance, wary of the current situation and wondering if either the hero in the other world would stop the evil entity. He was also contemplating on whether bringing the Chosen One was a good idea…

Enter the merc

Boredom: that was the word to describe what Wade Wilson felt at the moment. He was slouching on his couch in his Manhattan apartment, wearing nothing but boxers and a sleeveless undershirt. His body was covered in scars. The only whole part that was covered was his head thanks to the infamous red mask with black eye patches of his alter-ego Deadpool.

For the last two weeks, the shady business of a mercenary has been slow. There hasn't been a contract to carry out since his last job that took him to El Salvador (which resulted in lots of targets, lots of double crosses, and lots of money if you want the short version). At the moment, he only starred at his television set, watching the weatherwoman decipher the weather. "It would seem that the cold snap has damaged many a citrus crops in the west. Reports have shown that at least a billion dollars will be lost."

"Oh no!" Wade replied rhetorically. "Not the fruit! Now how am I gonna get the vitamin C and tangy taste I need to start to start my day?" He then got up, cracking his back as he picked himself up and grabbed an orange before returning to his seat. "Nevermind, I'm good. Hey, I wonder if Golden Girls is on."

Leaning to the right, he stretched his arm to the table next to the couch and grabbed the remote. He changed the channel, pressing the same button for nearly forty times until his desired show was on the tube. "Ah," he said. "There's nothing like a little Bea Arthur to start a day of pointless financial death dealing."

For the next thirty minutes, the mercenary watched his beloved show of the late eighties/early nineties. Little did the mutate know that he was being watched.

Enter the monks

"So this is the Chosen One?" asked Koi as he spied on Deadpool with a pair of binoculars. At the moment, the two were on the roof of an apartment building across the street from Wade's abode. "Master Gio has to be kidding."

"What do you mean?" asked Din.

"Just look at him." Koi handed his spy gear to his comrade who watched from the edge. "If that is the person we are supposed to fetch, then the worlds are better off with that spike-haired kid."

"There must be some potential within him," Din said with some faith. "After all, our Master wanted us to bring him with us. Perhaps he is the key to restoring peace." Koi pulled out another pair of binoculars and started to watch their target. "You had another one of those?"

Koi ignored his comrade's question as he watched Wade pull his mask and stick his pinky inside. The mercenary then glanced at his 'treasure' before flicking it off in places unknown. "I have a feeling that the situation would only get more chaotic." He then turned his binoculars to the television and asked himself, "Is he watching Golden Girls?"

"Why don't we just go over there and ask for his assistance?"

With a sigh, Koi turned to his level-headed comrade and said, "Fine. Let's go." The two made their way back to the door and went downstairs to meet their target face to face.

Enter the merc

"That was a great episode," said Wade as he stood up and stretched. "I don't care what anyone says. Bea Arthur is a stone fox." He then got felt edgy. Like something was out of place. "Something doesn't feel right…" he said. Wade looked around the room with a wary look in his eye. He carefully scanned his surroundings, including the speckle on the walls.

"Must be imagining things," he said. "What else is new?" Wade strolled into his bedroom and put on his costume. When he came out, Wade wore an outfit that was mostly red. The shoulders, and the sides of his top were black. He wore a red utility belt around his waist with two uzis. In a crisscross fashion two long sheaths were on his back, each carrying a deadly katana.

In his right hand, he carried a list of things that he wanted to do. "Let's see what's on my to-do list. Scare old people at the retirement home, check. Force feed vegetarians meat, check. Spy on Jean Grey undressing…" It was at that moment that he chortled to himself. Under his mask, he was turning almost as red as his costume. "Double check. Hunt down all mimes and clowns, they must be stopped. Go to the bar and drink till my newly grown heart's content. Amen to that!" He then looked at the last item on the list and simply read, "Go to the store… Maybe I'll do that after torturing the mimes. Ha! And to think people say I'm not caring! That right there's my thoughtful contribution to humanity! You could say I'm somethin' of a humanitarian."

With his schedule made, Deadpool stuffed the list in his pant pocket. He then heard the a knock on the door. In a singing voice, the mercenary asked "Who is it?" The masked man walked to the door and opened.

Standing in the hall were two monks in orange robes. "Greetings. I am Koi. This is my friend, Din."

"We would like to speak to you about something important."

"If this is about what happened at that one Shaolin dojo, my bad." Let's roll back to a couple days ago. Our anti-hero Deadpool was as drunk as a skunk. No, drunker. Anyways, the merc was in one of his binging and began dancing at the nearest Shoalin gym… in the nude… in front of a large group. During that incident, many a student and a teacher or two were blinded by the horrifying scene. Luckily, they were able to expel the merc-with-a-mouth from their training facility (however, it was not without breaking a few bones).

"Listen, my friend," began Din. "We are not here for… whatever you did at some dojo. We are but common monks that have come by to request your aide by our Master."

"Really? I guest it must be important if he sent for the best in the business," Deadpool replied before giving a hearty guffaw. "I'm a really special guy, you know?" As the merc-with-a-mouth continued to laugh, the two monks only stared at the mutate in confusion.

"You know Master Gio?"

"Uh… Master who?"

"Nevermind."

"Listen," said Koi. "The fate of the world rests in your… psychologically challenged hands."

"Eh… What else is new?" Deadpool replied. "Everybody needs my help: S.H.E.I.L.D., the X-Men, ex-Enron execs. If I keep this up, I'll have to become a superhero." From that statement, the costumed assassin shuddered. "Then again, maybe not. The whole spandex thing and the weird costumes kinda put me off."

"That's nice… But joking aside, Master Gio would like to meet you personally."

Deadpool sighed at his rushing guests. "Fine, fine. I guess I could kill my mortal enemies and fulfill my voyeuristic needs at another time. The pay had better be good."

"Of course it is," Din replied. "Now if you please…"

"Alright, if you say so." With that said, Deadpool and his robed comrades left the apartment and headed to the temple.